A lone ship orbited just out of range of Traverse Town. The normally busy space fare that had happened before he left was no where to be seen. Not a single ship came or left... Of normal verity.

Jacob thought it was odd that this was happening. This place had been a booming business ground. But now? What the hell happened? Jacob sighed and moved his ship closer... Deciding to not take the normal route of using the save point. Jacob opened the door to his ship with a grin, jumping down into what was once the Cloud District.

A large blast of EMP as he touched down. "Just what. The fuck. Happened here?" He asked, his head turning as he looked over the ruins of the place. The once beautiful scene that housed two of the strongest Interference, was now destroyed and repurposed for different uses. Not a single scrap of the mineral rich grass and trees were left.

He began walking to the door to First District to see if he would find answers.

It had been weeks now since Om3ga had moved in, and not everyone had been able to escape the robot apocalypse as it came crashing down on Traverse Town. Many had perished, good and bad alike, and many more had simply vanished and never found again after the smoke had cleared and the survivors took stock of those around them. Some, undoubtedly, had been tossed away into the Multiverse to new corners of the core and outer worlds alike.

Others had simply been left where they lay, mangled and broken.

A flash of golden light appeared in front of Jacob through the broken door, just for an instant in a corner of the First District, and then it was gone. It couldn't risk being seen by anyone else; if it was caught by Om3ga, then there would be no hope left at all.

A flash of light in the distance. Well, it's better than nothing. Her glanced around at the quiet, ruined plaza of First District before cautiously moving towards the flash. Her let some of his electricity travel into the ground and begin to make an electromagnetic field around him. Sparks began to dance on his body.

And soon, a fine dust creeped up and circled him along the field's edges. Jacob was vaguely protected now.

"Just what the hell happened here?" He could see the remnants of red that had taken hold on the location. Clearly mechanical in design. Jacob did not want to touch this stuff, else he might set off some sort of alarm.

Another glimpse of a glowing figure, like an angel made of metal and clockwork, appeared and vanished at the end of an alleyway behind a pair of trash cans, for a little longer this time. It needed to know if he was safe, or if he was an agent of Om3ga.

"Stop playing hide and seek. If you want to kill me, just go ahead and try already." A grumble from an irate electromancer. This was getting annoying. Jacob sped up his walk, turning down the alleyway.

"If you're leading me into an ambush, I'm gonna fry everything in First District." He claimed, and while he did have that sort of firepower, it was going to wear him out, even if he had spent quite a while collecting those Shards in Infamous.

Instead of an ambush, though, what he found in the back of the alleyway was a destroyed, vaguely humanoid corpse. No, not a corpse, a wrecked robot, with one leg severed at just below the hip and a forearm completely obliterated, with the rest of its body not doing much better. A single eye, devoid of a lid but still glowing faintly, turned towards him and focused slightly.

The extra energy did the robot some good, and it nodded slightly in thanks. It seemed to be attempting some sort of self-repair, but it was obvious that there would need to be extensive work done on the poor thing by an actual technician before it would be anywhere near working condition again, to say nothing of spare parts.

"Safe... Yes, go. Help." The robot lurched forward a bit and grabbed its leg with its remaining hand, seemingly feminine under the burns and wrecked synthetic tissue. Still, it had trouble lurching to its remaining leg, and it was clear he was going to help her if they wanted to get anywhere in any sort of speed.

Another sigh. This was going to be annoying. He grabbed the robot and attempted to pick it up enough to help it walk. "When we get on the ship we are definitely looking at your memories. Just hope you don't have any corrupted data."

Jacob began to walk towards the remains of the Accessory Shop. The old Mana Mart. Of course it wouldn't lead to Manamart. He'll just take the fastest route. The save point that will most likely be buried in the rubble. "Fuck this is gonna take a bit."

The robot did its best to help him as she hobbled along beside him, but it wasn't going to have any chance of helping him with the remains of the shop. Instead, it dragged itself over to the wall and sat down facing outward, its remaining hand shakily unfolding into a rifle barrel to stand guard over her new friend.

Jacob glanced at her and opened the door, glancing inside. He stepped inside. An vendbringer, a small thing. Was near the Save Point, it seemed like the Vendbringer had excavated the save point from the rubble for him.

The robot paused, then suddenly shook him off with enough strength to audibly tear something in her arm. She swiveled around and heaved the limb up just in time to fire a single bullet. One of Om3ga's assassins, an infiltrator made from what had once been a human, fell out of a disintegrating cloaking field with most of its head blown off. Once that was done she started scrambling after him towards the save point, desperate to get off this world now that Om3ga definitely knew where they were.

"Shit..." Jacob grumbled and shut the door to the Accessory Shop. It should buy some time to run. He stepped into the save point and blasted the roof with a bit of lightning. The falling rubble landed on the Saves Point after his body disappeared.

He sighed as he grabbed the Robot and directed it to a chair. "Sit here." He moved to sit in the pilot seat.

The robot accepted the seat a little less than gracefully, but sat nonetheless. "Called itself Om3ga. More powerful than any of us could have prepared for. Wanted to kill all Interferences. Destroyed most of the town. Destroyed me. Nate rewrote reality to kill it. Just limited some of its power and it has been on the ruin of the city ever since. Turns humans into walking weapons. Kills more survivors every day, or worse." She sat back and sighed, oddly human in the motion even as she wanted him to just leave here as quickly as possible.

"Om3ga, huh..." He stippled his fingers on his arm chair. "Question. Do you record video or anything like that?" He asked as he began directing his ship to move a bit further a way from the planetoid. Jacob looked at the once proud Traverse Town.

"Some... Not much. System destroyed in fight." She began calling up the files, but was rather rudely interrupted when, instead of moving a bit further away, the ship immediately jumped to full warp in an apparent attempt to go straight to the other end of the multiverse even as the cabin lights all faded to a hot pink that bathed everything in its glow.

Bizarrely enough, the ship was actually fighting back against him, its own inner systems changing as quickly as he could view them and making it nigh-impossible to crack by any of his usual methods. After all, he had done it before, and that meant there was evidence of how he had done it for something to learn from.

"Oh, sweetie, this ain't her doin'. Little Jane over there would never do anything as... Proactive as this." On the dashboard of his ship the hologram projector energized and produced a two-foot-tall figure the Interference might recognize from his pornography browsing, now dressed in a simple pink dress. A very low-cut, high-hemmed dress. Really more of a corset, honestly.

"Don't bother with the EMP, either. I already got this thing hardened before you got back."